Seeing Ophelia's resolute attitude, Loki pursed his lips, caught in a dilemma.
On one hand, there was territory; on the other, ten young females. Neither condition was something he could easily agree to. But he desperately wanted to bring the medicine back to prove his worth. Once he secured the cure and healed his people, he would be a shoo-in for the position of Clan Leader.
Then again, he thought, once he became the Clan Leader, he could lead his people to expand their lands or encourage more births. The loss of territory and ten young females would only be a temporary setback for the tribe. However, he couldn't guarantee his father and the tribal elders would see it the same way. He needed to head back and persuade them first.
"Ophelia, I can't make this decision on my own. I have to go back and discuss it with my father and the elders."
"Fine. You have one day to consider. After that, don't even think about asking for the medicine."
